Sony had booked the sports center thingy pavilion out near the airport and so the busses were waiting by 8:30 pm. We got a few rum and cokes for the bruthah and I, he was living dangerously that night, so we actually paid for a couple drinks, quaffed them down, and went to meet the busses and our guildy friends.
The line was great as we were able to bond with new friends and old ones; everyone was feeling a geek heavenly love thing. Lots a smiles and head nods. The line moved quickly and we got to our busses and into them. I suggested we hit the back of the bus, cuz that’s where it’s at of course. All those years in the public school system taught me that at least. So we got to our seats, and there was a barely detectable smell in the bus. It just happened to be in the back, where we were, and at first it was annoying but not as heinous, awful, poisonous, deadly, and brain damaging as it became. I personally got such a wicked painful headache that the only thing that could salve my ills was a heavy drinking binge, and Sony was about to deliver it.
They had go carts, they had rock walls, they had live karaoke (which yours truly really was going to do at some point, but the evening got away from me I swear!), they had batting cages, pool tables. They really had a good time and it was had by all, though it did pale in comparison from last years pool party that will live in infamy and shall remain seared in my mind for all eternity. Our shineys were there and we all raced and played and talked and babbled and had a generally good time. The drinks were something to be reckoned with though, as I was a cheeky bastard and when asked by the bartender to say when I turned around and he didn’t stop pouring. I was amazed and then went into strange epileptic like shock waves that swept through my entire body as I tried to force my physique to drink the noxious mixture. I have to say it, and for all the alchies out there I apologize in advance. The drink was too strong for me. There. It’s off my chest. I actually flung my water in my Nalgene from me and poured the mixture into it and then went and got two more normal rum and cokes just to cut it with. It’s still in my backpack, these many weeks later. I’ll get to that evil stuff soon I swear it.
The brutah was in rare form. Every so often he would come up to me and say that the smile he had on his face was one that had gone from happy and funny to sad and bewildered, though I only saw happy and fun myself. I still think that was in his head. So a good time was had by all, but a quick side note to the shineys. I knew you were only fooling the drunken talk, for the drinking did not consume you. I know. I really do I tell ya.
